tongue along the soft skin on her neck. A moan bubbled from her lips, and her body quivered in his arms. He repeated the process on the other side before returning to recapture her mouth in a bruising kiss. He drilled into her mouth and anchored his hips to hers, his plea blatant. She tilted back and peered up, her eyes open, the lids heavy. Excitement sped through his body.
“I need you.” His request rough, his throat scratchy, sounded more caveman-like than he was comfortable with, but he got the point across.
* * *
Molly scanned the area around them, ensuring their little oasis remained private. Other than rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional bird, they were alone. The sun filtered through the trees creating a patchwork of shade. Earth and aroused male were the two scents strong enough to interest her. Her hands trembled as she reached out for Tanner’s shirt, her fingers fumbling with the snaps. A deep yearning overwhelmed her. Here, now, with nature their single witness she craved him. She hoped once sated, the hunger would go away.
Telling him the truth smashed down a barrier she hadn’t realized existed. She still had plenty to explain, to apologize for, but right now, at this small moment in time, this was what she wanted, and to hell with the consequences. She needed him. She had waited long enough.
She ran her hands over his chest, stopping to rub his small brown nipples into hard little pebbles, before she tipped forward to sample a taste of his flesh. She followed each brush of her lips with a flick of her tongue and a gentle bite, elated when he sucked in his breath, hissing through his teeth. Encouraged, she worked her way first across his very fine upper chest and then down the middle toward his taught belly.
His muscles tightened beneath her fingers as she made her way down his body until she kneeled in front of him. She peeked up through her lashes. She raised her hands as high as she could reach, and in a slow, sensual glide, raked her nails down his stomach. He quivered, delighting her with a lusty male groan. She paused at the waistband of his jeans. Tilting her head back, she stared deep into his eyes and licked her lips. His breath caught. His intent gaze fixated on her tongue, his pupils dark and dilated. She imagined she could hear the pounding of his heart.
She undid his snap and reached around to grab the back of the waistband, pushed it over his hips, down to his knees. She sat back on her heels. She’d never seen a sexier, more vibrant man . His erection stretched long, thick, and heavy in its aroused state. The dark plum-colored head spilled precum from the tiny slit. Wrapping one hand around his length, she moved in tight, firm strokes up and down. His skin soft as velvet and warm, he seemed to pulse in her grip. She flexed the fingers on her other hand and raised it to cradle his balls.
Molly leaned closer, her tongue slipping out to lick at the pearl of liquid gathered at the tip. Her eyes drifted closed as she swallowed. She opened wide and covered the head of his cock, filling her mouth until it rested atop the bed of her tongue. Then she closed her lips, surrounding him.
His breath whooshed out of his body as he sagged against the large boulder holding him up. She smiled; her lips stretched wide around him and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Humming her appreciation of his salty taste and male scent, she moved her mouth up and down in slow, deep glides, taking him to the back near her throat on every other stroke.
He thrust his hands in her hair. Using gentle manipulation, he tried to control her speed. She consumed him, taking him as deep inside as she dared, and then withdrew, applying suction when she neared the top.
Again and again, she repeated the maneuver, twisting her head on the occasional upward movement to provide pressure at different points. He strengthened his hold and began to thrust his hips, his cock tunneling in and out her mouth.
“Oh, man,
“I need you.” His request rough, his throat scratchy, sounded more caveman-like than he was comfortable with, but he got the point across.
* * *
Molly scanned the area around them, ensuring their little oasis remained private. Other than rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional bird, they were alone. The sun filtered through the trees creating a patchwork of shade. Earth and aroused male were the two scents strong enough to interest her. Her hands trembled as she reached out for Tanner’s shirt, her fingers fumbling with the snaps. A deep yearning overwhelmed her. Here, now, with nature their single witness she craved him. She hoped once sated, the hunger would go away.
Telling him the truth smashed down a barrier she hadn’t realized existed. She still had plenty to explain, to apologize for, but right now, at this small moment in time, this was what she wanted, and to hell with the consequences. She needed him. She had waited long enough.
She ran her hands over his chest, stopping to rub his small brown nipples into hard little pebbles, before she tipped forward to sample a taste of his flesh. She followed each brush of her lips with a flick of her tongue and a gentle bite, elated when he sucked in his breath, hissing through his teeth. Encouraged, she worked her way first across his very fine upper chest and then down the middle toward his taught belly.
His muscles tightened beneath her fingers as she made her way down his body until she kneeled in front of him. She peeked up through her lashes. She raised her hands as high as she could reach, and in a slow, sensual glide, raked her nails down his stomach. He quivered, delighting her with a lusty male groan. She paused at the waistband of his jeans. Tilting her head back, she stared deep into his eyes and licked her lips. His breath caught. His intent gaze fixated on her tongue, his pupils dark and dilated. She imagined she could hear the pounding of his heart.
She undid his snap and reached around to grab the back of the waistband, pushed it over his hips, down to his knees. She sat back on her heels. She’d never seen a sexier, more vibrant man . His erection stretched long, thick, and heavy in its aroused state. The dark plum-colored head spilled precum from the tiny slit. Wrapping one hand around his length, she moved in tight, firm strokes up and down. His skin soft as velvet and warm, he seemed to pulse in her grip. She flexed the fingers on her other hand and raised it to cradle his balls.
Molly leaned closer, her tongue slipping out to lick at the pearl of liquid gathered at the tip. Her eyes drifted closed as she swallowed. She opened wide and covered the head of his cock, filling her mouth until it rested atop the bed of her tongue. Then she closed her lips, surrounding him.
His breath whooshed out of his body as he sagged against the large boulder holding him up. She smiled; her lips stretched wide around him and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Humming her appreciation of his salty taste and male scent, she moved her mouth up and down in slow, deep glides, taking him to the back near her throat on every other stroke.
He thrust his hands in her hair. Using gentle manipulation, he tried to control her speed. She consumed him, taking him as deep inside as she dared, and then withdrew, applying suction when she neared the top.
Again and again, she repeated the maneuver, twisting her head on the occasional upward movement to provide pressure at different points. He strengthened his hold and began to thrust his hips, his cock tunneling in and out her mouth.
“Oh, man,
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